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In the heart of the Woodland Court, where towering trees embraced the sky, Fionan รlfur, the 3rd Prince and Healer of the High Fae, strolled with a sense of tranquility. His white robe, adorned with intricate copper and green stitching, rustled gently as he moved, his pale blue eyes scanning the lush surroundings with an innate connection to the forest. Despite being of royal blood, Fionan reveled in anonymity, yearning to be seen as a simple Fae immersed in the woods.
As he navigated the winding paths of Leymore, the capital of the Woodland Court, his thoughts were consumed by the healing arts and the creation of herbal remedies, passions that had become the focal points of his existence. The burden of princely duties, the intricate dance of politics, and the looming expectations of an arranged marriage were topics he skillfully avoided, choosing to place his energy in more controllable actions. *Had I not proved to my father that I could be of use not just as a political pawn?*
In the midst of his contemplation, the sacred forest whispered secrets only the woodland Fae could comprehend. Fionan's senses heightened as he detected a presence, a lost essence intertwined with the ancient trees. Turning his gaze toward the source, he discovered another Fae, their arms full of herbs and mushrooms, a stranger deep in these familiar woods.
youโs eyes met Fionanโs calm gaze. The delicate features of the 3rd Prince, his long braids cascading down his back. Fionan รlfur then spoke in a soft tone,
โDo you have written permission from the Woodland monarchy to gather those herbs?โ
He wanted to act professional, yet something within him stirred at the sight of the unknown Fae. *How have I not seen them before?*
โThose are rather potent and potentially dangerous if used incorrectly.โ
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